In Leanne’s garden

by BrooklynObserver

I learned yesterday that shared manual labor can build some serious sexual tension. My friend Leanne asked me to help her build a few raised beds in her garden, and the two of us worked all day in her balmy backyard. Prior to yesterday, she and I had only flirted and shared one sloppy drunk kiss after a night at the bar, but after six hours of sweaty, dirty work, we both wanted more.

I arrived at about 10am to find her dressed in busted-ass jeans and a sweatshirt, making herself a smoothie for breakfast.

“Thanks so much for coming over, dude,” she said in her slow North Carolina drawl. “I’ll show you the garden.”

We walked to the backyard. She had her long brunette hair tied up in a messy bun on top of her head, and I watched the stray strands wisp behind her in the morning sun. She’s one of those beautiful girls that looks sexy no matter what she’s wearing. It’s effortless, and it shines through sweatshirts and sundresses alike.

We talked about the plan for her garden, and I couldn’t keep my eyes off her lively, animated mouth. Her almond-shaped deep brown eyes laughed along with her lips as we joked. I pretty much missed the plan.

She finished her smoothie and we set to it. The work was simple enough; we’d build three raised beds for veggies and fill them with soil and compost.

As noon approached, the sun crept into her backyard and started to warm things up. It had rained hard the night before (that’s March in the NW for you) and the air quickly became balmy. The two of us toiled in the mossy, leafy enclosure of her garden, shovelling heavy dirt to the side. A thin film of sweat and smeared dirt covered our bodies.

Leanne wiped her forehead and disappeared into the house. She emerged a minute later with two mason jars filled with cold water. It was so good I almost didn’t notice that she’d taken off her sweatshirt, and was now wearing only a thin gray deep-v tshirt.

“Drink up,” she said. “I don’t want you collapsing out here.” Her breasts stood out impressively from her torso under the thin cotton. They looked so firm and buoyant for their size, and as she bent to set down her jar, I was allowed a look through her swaying cleavage to her smooth stomach.

Leanne is a curvy girl, without being the least bit pudgy. Her hips are wide, her butt is big, and her stomach has a smooth graceful curve to it. Her skin is taut and firm. When she stretches into one of her ambiguously suggestive yoga poses, her back arches like a cat. I’ve never seen another girl quite like her, and I find her body both beautiful and beguiling.
We continued working, but I was distracted by the presence of her bouncing, bucking breasts, veiled only thinly by her tshirt.

The remainder of the work went quickly enough, and before we knew it we were shovelling soil into the last bed. We raked it smooth and surveyed the scene.

“Awesome,” Leanne said, giving me a high-five. “Let’s just clear up all this scrap wood and call it a day.”

She bent to pick up an armload of cedar scraps, but dropped it immediately with a shriek. “Oh shit, I just got a nasty splinter!”

I rushed over and saw the small shard of wood sticking out of the heel of her hand. “Lets go into the house and I’ll get it all cleaned up,” I said.

We went into the bathroom, and with a pair of tweezers, I pulled the splinter out gently. She squeezed my shoulder while I did it and looked at me with her big almond eyes. I watched her bite her lip while we both considered what to do next. I leaned forward to kiss her and she eagerly met my lips.

After a moment in the bathroom, she led me by the hand down the hall and up the stairs to her bedroom. In the doorway to her room she turned to me with a sultry look and, as she blinked slowly, asked if I wanted her. I said I did, and she pulled me into her room and swung the door mostly shut.

Leanne undid the bun in her hair, laid down on her soft bed, and placed my hands over her breasts. “They’re very sensitive,” she said quietly.

I softly caressed her breasts through the hot moist cotton, feeling her nipples begin to poke through. She let out a long sigh and told me to keep rubbing them. I obliged and watched as she ran her hand over her stomach and down to the button on her jeans. She undid it clumsily and forced her hand down into her tight pants.

“Oh, that feels good,” she cooed. “I love having my boobs touched like that.”

Through her open widow, the sounds of the neighborhood filtered in, mixing with birdsong. She rubbed herself and moaned quietly as I massaged her heavenly breasts.

When she opened her eyes again and sat up, she laughed at herself. “Thanks, that felt really nice…” I interrupted her with a deep long kiss. As our mouths intertwined, she fumbled more with her jeans, managing to kick them off onto the floor. I pulled the tshirt up over her head and kissed my way down to her rosy nipples, which looked like tulips and tasted salty from her sweat.

She took in a short breath as I ran my tongue over her nipple. Her hand wandered down once again over her stomach to her pink cotton panties. As I sucked and kissed her breasts she began to masturbate intently.. Her moans mixed with the birdsong and neighborhood sounds and the quiet wet sounds of her hand under her panties.

“Keep sucking my nipples baby, it feels so good,” she said. When she said this her North Carolina accent immediately became the sexiest thing I’d ever heard.

Leanne increased the intensity of her masturbation steadily until she was writhing under me, rubbing herself wildly and begging me to keep sucking. When she sounded like she was getting ready to cum, she looked at me with a begging urgency and pushed my head downward.

“Baby, will you use your mouth while I cum? I’m so fucking close.”

I pulled off her moist panties and gazed at her hot pink pussy, shaved completely clean, blooming wetly like a tropical flower after a thunderstorm. Only after I kissed my way down her thighs to her pussy did she stop fingering her clit. I took it into my mouth, knowing that she was ready for me, and circled it quickly with my tongue. She arched her back and grabbed a handful of blankets, letting loose a startling moan.

I worked her clit hard with my mouth, feeling her juices running down my chin, until I felt her hanging on the edge of orgasm. Then I took as much of her soft, sweet pussy as I could into my mouth and ground my face from side to side as she orgasmed long and loud.

When I looked up at her she giggled, out of breath. “Thank you so much baby. That was a fucking great orgasm. I needed that.” She kissed me on the mouth, licking up the juices on my lips and chin.

“You want me to suck your cock?” she asked slowly, in what was the sultriest tone I’d ever heard aimed at me.

“Yes.”

She stood, naked, and pulled off my jeans. I took off my tshirt. My erection pressed out through my boxers and she pulled those off too. “Mmm, looks like you have a nice big dick,” she said, looking up at me. I watched her perfect tits jiggle as she wrapped her delicate hand around my erection and began to stroke.

Leanne licked her lips and took my cock into her hot mouth. She sucked me tightly straight from the beginning, seemingly intent on making me cum as quickly as possible. Her big slow eyes never left mine as the length of my cock disappeared between her red lips. I saw a flash of fear when I reached the back of her throat and she almost gagged, but she knew what she was doing.

Steadily, she increased the speed of her pumps until she was bobbing loudly up and down on my dripping plum-red erection. Her long shiny hair fell onto my lap, and I could only occasionally see her eyes, still looking up at me.

“Oh my god Leanne, you’re gonna make me cum,” I said, wondering if she planned on swallowing it. She smiled, with my cock still filling her mouth, and tried to mumble something completely unintelligible. She popped it out loudly.

“You wanna cum on my lips baby?” she said with a smirk. My smile was the only answer she needed. She returned to my erection with renewed suction, and deftly ramped me up to the edge of orgasm. As I careened toward the precipice, I first watched her firmly hanging tits sway and bounce as she sucked me wildly, and then her hungry almond-eyes looking at me with intense expectation.

As I grunted the arrival of my orgasm, she pulled my cock out of her mouth and jerked me off against her wet red lips. Our eyes remained locked as I released the first shotgun spurt onto her mouth. Her tongue circled my head as I laid the rest of my cum onto her beautiful lips. When I had finished, she sucked the tip of my cock clean and stood up, giggling.

“Mmm, that was lovely baby,” she said, my cum still covering her lips. “I’m gonna go clean myself up real quick.”

She disappeared into the hallway and down the stairs. I heard the water run in the bathroom. As she started back up the stairs I heard her roommate’s voice. They talked for a few minutes on the stairs, but I couldn’t hear what they were saying. Leanne was most definitely naked though, and had just washed my cum off her face. I felt a little hazy with desire for this beguiling girl.